After Huang Zhaoyue restricted Xia Feng's movements, she said nothing, continuing to sit cross-legged with her eyes closed in the center of the shadowy cloud.
She furrowed her brows, mobilizing her murderous intent to suppress her desires.
In theory, the catalyst effect of the Dragon Yan Stone shouldn't be this exaggerated, but the countless negative emotions she had accumulated over thousands of years were too overwhelming, all converting into desires under the stone's influence.
When they surged up, it was like a spring turning into an entire ocean planet in an instant.
A flush gradually spread from her cheeks to her nose, eyes, and forehead, making her cold and beautiful face steam with heat.
Her breathing also gradually became heavier.
In her mind, there was even a vague image of Xia Feng... that ugly face lowering, wanting to bury itself between her tail in a hallucination.
